Date: Fri, 8 Jul 2011 10:37:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod
Subject: Watching My New Neighbor - Chapter 1
I had a new neighbor move in next door. I saw the U-Haul truck in the
driveway, and it was there when I left for work, and when I came home. The
next day it was gone.
I figured I should introduce myself; I needed to become more outgoing, and
I could, at least, know who my neighbor is. So on the way home, I stopped
at a bakery and bought a cake.
When I got home, I went over and knocked on the door. I heard, "Just a
moment," and a couple minutes later the door opened. The guy was wearing
loose gym shorts and nothing else. He appeared to be in his thirties, but
he looked like he took good care of himself.
"Hi, I am your neighbor, Paul. I live over there." I pointed to my house,
so he would know which house I lived in. "I thought I'd introduce myself
and drop off something for you and your family."
"Paul, thank you. I am Jeff. There is just me; no family; just me."
"Oh, well, that's nice," I said, in an inane way. "It's only me at my
place, as well."
I handed him the cake box. Jeff took it and said, "Thank you, Paul."
There was an awkward silence for a moment, and then Jeff said, "Do you want
to come in? The place is a mess; I'm still trying to get all this crap
sorted out."
I could tell that he really wasn't ready for company. "No, that's okay, I
understand. Get settled in and all. If you need anything, just come on
over. I'm home most evenings and weekends."
He smiled again and said, "Great; I will, and thanks again for this."
I said good-bye and headed back to the house. I couldn't get the image of
Jeff out of my head; blond tousled hair, a nearly hairless torso, with just
a bit of dark blond hair leading down into his shorts. He had a bit of a
tan, and it showed on all of his body that wasn't covered by the shorts.
His legs were firm, and his feet were good sized. I guess my dad would
have said, "He had a good understanding."
Me, I am the office nerd. I don't quite have the horn-rimmed glasses look,
but, otherwise, I am the wimpy, pasty white, non-athletic, uncoordinated,
partially introverted geek. I say partially, because I am trying to poke
out of my shell and get to know people.
I had pretty much been a loner all my life; I just didn't seem to fit in,
no matter what the group. Yeah, I enjoy my techie toys and all.
Yeah, I am also a closeted homo. I get off on my gay porn, and fantasize
that one day I will meet my `Hank' and have a life and a love; but, so far,
it is only a fantasy.
So the image of Jeff stayed in my mind, as I headed back to the house. I
wondered if he was gay or straight? Did he have a girlfriend or boyfriend?
Did he jerk off at night? What did he look like without those baggy shorts
on? What kind of work does he do that lets him get a tan like that?
I puttered around the kitchen, making dinner and doing laundry. It was
nearly seven when I had finished folding the laundry, and dinner was ready.
As is my habit, I went into my `office' to be at the computer while I ate
my dinner.
The lights were off and the curtain was open. It was dark outside, so I
reached for the light switch, when I happened to glance out the window.
Through the window, I could see into Jeff's family room. It's off the
kitchen, and before the bedrooms. Most people have this as their living
room, and Jeff's didn't seem any different.
It had nice furniture, nothing unique or spectacular, but nice . . . shades
of browns and greens. He had a big screen TV that had to be about 55
inches or so. I had finished surveying his living room, and started to
flip on my light switch, when I saw Jeff walk into the room.
He was naked! What a hunk! I went over and sat at my desk, which was in
front of the window, and stared at him. I had a clear view, from this
vantage point, of his entire room and him, without any obstacles in his
room.
I scrambled around and found an old pair of binoculars. I zoomed in on his
crotch, and I took in his flaccid cock hanging three or four inches down
over nice egg-sized balls. His blond pubic bush was very thick around the
base of his cock, but his balls appeared hairless. He had been
circumcised, and, even soft, the head of his dick had a nice flare to it.
As he walked around, I also got to see his muscular ass, and the dark
crease of his crack. I wondered how hairy he was there? I just love hairy
cracks!
He moved around the room, putting items away, sometimes squatting down to
put away some books, or reaching up to place something on the top shelf.
It allowed me to see the flow and stretch of his muscles. Shit! He looked
so perfect . . . not like a body builder or anything, but like a toned
athlete. No rippling six-pack, but, nonetheless, a tight streamlined
stomach, wide shoulders, and developed pecs.
I ate some of my dinner, more enthralled with my free entertainment than my
meal. Jeff moved around putting things away, absently scratching his
crotch, or rubbing an ass cheek in the process.
At one point, he went down the hall, so I moved to the next room to see if
I could continue to watch him. The room I was in looked into a bedroom on
his side. I had never realized this, because the previous neighbor always
had the shades pulled.
There was no light on in the bedroom, but I could see across the hall and
into the bathroom. Jeff was standing over the toilet taking a leak! He
held his dick in his hand and guided the stream. I watched, as his ass
flexed and relaxed while he pissed.
When he was done, he shook his dick, and then pulled on it a couple of
times.
Then he moved to the sink, washed his hands, and dried them. When he
finished, he stood there for a moment, obviously looking in the mirror over
the sink. He turned sideways, so his crotch was facing me, and looked over
his shoulder at himself in the mirror. Then he turned the opposite
direction, and I was looking, once again, at his ass. Damn! It was
beautiful.
He bent over and picked up something off the floor. This spread his ass,
and I was able to see a nice hairy crack! I was now rock hard, and
squeezing myself through my slacks.
He turned off the light in the bathroom, and went back down the hall. I
ran back to the next room, and watched, mesmerized, as he moved around his
living room, totally unaware that he was putting on a show for me.
While I was watching him, I stripped out of my work clothes, and left them
in a pile by the chair I was using, which I moved around so I could stretch
out my legs, wide, and I could play with myself as I watched him.
A couple of times, he would walk up to the windows, and look up, as if to
check the sky, running his fingers through his pubic hair, while I got an
amazing view of him.
I was stroking all through this, and, at one point, looked at the clock,
and realized that I had been sitting here for 2 hours, watching him. I was
so close to cumming; I had been slowly stroking during the entire time,
fantasizing about smelling him - his crotch, his arms, his pits, his butt;
I wanted to know what he smelled like.
Then I got to thinking about what he would taste like. I had read
descriptions of how a guy tastes, but I wondered what it would really be
like. I had heard of the muskiness of guys, and thought I had smelled it
on myself, but I wanted to know what HE smelled like.
And I wanted to know what he felt like. Was he warm to the touch? Did his
cock get nice and hard? What did his balls feel like?
Jeff finally took a seat in a chair. He pushed back, and it became a
recliner. This still gave me a great view of his crotch.
He flipped on the TV with his remote, and surfed through channels. I could
see the TV and Jeff in profile. He had the same cable system I did, so I
knew he was going to the `on demand' channels. He went through various
menus, until I think he was at the Showtime specials; I had seen those.
They had lots of sex, but you only got to see the guy's ass, as he pumped
it in and out of some woman. Once in a great while, you might see the
outline of the guy's dick in his underwear, or see his dick when he was
soft.
Jeff chose one of those, and started it playing. He fast-forwarded, until
there was a scene with a naked man and woman, fucking in a backyard. The
guy was very handsome, and his ass was beautiful, but I wanted to see his
stiff dick.
I looked back to Jeff, and saw that he was stroking his cock, and it was
growing, as he worked on it. Soon it was a good seven or eight inches
long. It sprang up at an angle, and it looked as if it would hurt to push
it all the way down.
As he played with his dick, his other hand was roaming over his body. I
was getting so turned on; I was sure I was going to blast soon, but I
wanted to hold out, because I was sure he was going to shoot, and I wanted
to shoot with him.
He moved his hand from his chest to his balls, and played with them, as he
got down to some serious jerking. He had a technique where he would run his
hand up and down the shaft, and his fist would twist around his dick as he
did. When his fist was at the top of the stroke, he would run his thumb
over the head of his cock.
I tried this, and was amazed at the feeling. Oh fuck! I was going to cum.
I kept working on my own dick, without once taking my eyes off him. Then I
saw his chest heaving, and figured he was close.
He was; he arched his back, and began blasting across his chest; one rope
hit him in the face. He kept working on his dick, while he continued to
shoot. I had shot with his first shot, and still couldn't take my hand off
my dick.
I was gasping, as I came down from that high. Jeff picked up a tan-colored
face towel and wiped the cum from his chest and face. I wondered what his
cum would taste like, as I took some of mine and licked it off my fingers.
Jeff turned off the TV, and the lights in the living room, and headed back
down the hall. I ran to the next room to see if I could continue to watch
him. He went into the bedroom, turned on the lights, and rummaged around
in some boxes, and came out with a book. He pulled back the covers on his
bed, and laid down; he didn't pull the covers back over himself, but lay
there naked, as he read.
I sat in the chair in my room, and watched, as he absentmindedly played
with his dick and balls, while he read.
He must have read for a half hour or so, all the while caressing his dick
and balls. Finally, he put down the book; turned off the bedside lamp,
rolled over onto his stomach, ready to sleep. There was just enough
moonlight to see the curve of his ass, as he humped the bed a couple of
times before relaxing.
I watched him for a while longer, trying to make out every nuance of his
body as he lay there sleeping. At some point, I must have dozed off.
I woke the next morning with a stiff neck and back, as I had slept in the
wooden chair all night. I wiped drool off of my chin, and stretched.
Connections were made in my brain, and I looked out the window. Jeff was
up, and in his bathroom; in the shower. His shower curtain was clear
plastic, so I was able to see as he washed himself, shampooed his hair, and
shaved. He turned off the water and pulled open the shower curtain.
I loved how the light glistened off the water on his body. He grabbed a
towel and began to dry himself. I loved how he flipped his dick around as
he dried his crotch. He turned and bent over, displaying his ass and crack
to me as he dried it.
Then he hung up his towel and headed back into his bedroom. That's when I
realized that if I could see him in the daylight, he could see me. I dove
for the floor and tried to slither out the door, until I could close it.
I managed a quick shave, as I realized I was going to be late for work if I
didn't hurry. As I went back through the house to leave, I saw that Jeff
was back in his living room, and he was still naked. Damn! I wanted to
stay home and watch him all day long.
However, I got myself into my car and headed out to work. All day long, I
daydreamed about Jeff's body and what I wanted to do with it. I wanted to
spend hours exploring it. I wanted him to do things to me that I had only
dreamed about or jerked off to on porn channels.
It took a while for me to realize that if he was watching straight porn
when he jerked, he might be straight, instead of me assuming he was gay
like me.
I didn't get much work done that day, and finally went to the men's room in
the afternoon, where I sat in a stall and jerked off, thinking of Jeff and
his beautiful body.
I raced home as fast as I could. I parked the car in the garage and, as I
went into the house, I peaked around the corner of the door to the first
room to see if Jeff was in his living room, before entering that room.
He wasn't, so I moved onto the next room. I was pulling clothes off as I
went. I wanted to be naked so I could enjoy myself as I watched him.
He wasn't in his bedroom or bathroom. I moved back to my last room on the
side of the house that faced his. This room had windows that faced towards
Jeff's house, and one that faced the back of my house.
I was pulling off my boxers and trying not to trip myself, as I looked into
the room in Jeff's house. He had it set up like a gym, with a bench and
weights; but no Jeff. I wondered if he was out; I mean why wouldn't he be?
He wasn't going to just stay home and stay naked for me.
I heard something out back then, and looked out the back window. It gave
me a great view into part of his backyard. There was Jeff; naked, and
moving some lawn furniture around. Sweat glistened on his body, as he
moved.
When he was done, he stood, and grabbed a towel. It looked like the one he
had used to clean up his cum the night before. He wiped his face with it,
and then flipped it onto the fence, as if to let it dry.
Then he stood over the gravel area in his yard, and started taking a leak!
It was like he was in the middle of the country where no one could see him.
He pissed, flipped his dick, stroked it a couple of times, and then turned
to go into his house.
Once again, I ducked down, so as not to be seen. I peaked over the edge of
the windowsill, until he passed by the room; then I pulled the curtains
closed. I spotted that towel hanging on the fence, and I wanted that
towel!
I snatched a pair of old ragged gym shorts I had, practically jumped into
them, and then silently opened my back door. I ran over, grabbed the
towel, and ran back to the house. Inside, I dropped the shorts, and tip
toed through my house to see where Jeff was. He wasn't in the bedroom or
bathroom, so I closed those curtains. He was in his living room, and my
corresponding room had the curtains open. I couldn't go in there naked!
Yet, I wanted to see him. I finally figured out that I could sit down on
the floor in the hall, and lean back just enough to have my eyes clear the
wall, and I could watch him. I was hard, at just the thought of getting to
see more of him naked.
He moved around the room putting away more items. This went on for about
an hour. My back was aching from the position I was in, but I wouldn't
move. I had been slowly stroking my cock the whole time. I was so on
edge!
He grabbed something that looked like navy blue clothes, and walked towards
the front of his house. I moved, stretched, and jumped up to close the
curtains to this room. My dick was leaking so bad, I was sure I was
leaving a trail of clear liquid pearls on the rug.
My stomach was rumbling, telling me it was time to eat. I wiped some of
the drool from the end of my dick, and licked off my fingers. That was not
going to be enough to satisfy me! I laughed; maybe I could get his liquid
protein!
I was heading into the kitchen to get some kind of snack I could eat while
I continued to watch Jeff, when my doorbell rang.
Fuck! Who could that be? I quietly moved over to the door to look through
the peephole. It was Jeff! Oh, fuck!
"Just a minute!" I managed, and ran back down the hall trying to find
something to put on. I grabbed the ragged gym shorts and found a really
old baggy sweatshirt. I figured it could hide my boner.
I was tripping myself, as I tried to get dressed and back to the front
door.
I was panting as I opened the door. Jeff was standing there smiling. He
was wearing navy blue baggy gym shorts, flip-flops, and a big smile.
"Hey, Paul, I didn't mean to bother you, but I wanted to thank you for the
kind gesture with the cake last night. It was a very nice way to be
welcomed to the neighborhood.
"Ah, well, you are, ah, welcome." I was tongue-tied.
"And, I was kinda wondering if you might have a beer. I have been working
all day, getting stuff put away, and it is so hot. I haven't had a chance
to run to the store. So I just thought ....," and he let it trail off.
There was a moment of silence, and then I gathered my wits. "Sure. I have
beer." I thought, and then added, "Do you want to come in and drink it, or
did you just need the beer and wanted to head back to your place?" How
dorky could I sound?
"Sure, I can come in for a bit. I have to get back to take a phone call in
a bit, but it would be nice to get to know my neighbor over a beer."
I moved out of the doorway and led him into the kitchen. I didn't want him
in any of the rest of the house, because I was afraid he would see that my
rooms looked right in on his.
He didn't seem to mind, as I found two cans of beer and invited him to sit
in the chairs in the kitchen.
He pulled out a chair, sat down, popped the top of the beer, and chugged a
good slug of beer. "Ahhhh! That's refreshing!"
I was still standing, but I came to my senses, and sat down across from
him.
He still had sweat glistening from the hair on his head, under his arms,
and in that treasure trail that led down into his shorts.
I raised my head up to see that powerful smile of his. "Yeah, it sure is,"
I said, and then realized I hadn't popped the top off of my can.
He laughed good-naturedly. "So, Paul, what do you do for a living?" He
pushed back on his chair, rocking back on the two back legs. This brought
the crotch of his shorts up, and created a tunnel looking down to his
crotch. It was dark, but I could just make out his balls on one side and
his dick on the other. Then I realized he had asked me a question.
I raised my head back up, and tried to act as if nothing was wrong. My
dick was painfully hard under my sweatshirt. "I, ah, work as a web
designer for a local company." I managed to look him in the face as I said
that.
He gave no indication of having caught me checking him out. "Oh, one of
those computer geeks," he said, in very good-natured way. "Maybe you can
help me get my wireless and my laptop set up one of these days. I got my
cable hooked up the first day, but haven't attempted to get the internet
working, or the laptop up and running."
He laughed, and rubbed his chest. "You know, you have to have your internet
up if you are going to surf porn!"
I know I blushed, but I really tried not to. Had he caught me looking?
"Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you. If you aren't that kind of guy, my
apologies. I am always getting in trouble for speaking my mind without
filtering it first. I am sorry." He looked concerned.
"No, no, not embarrassed," I mumbled. Like hell I wasn't!
"Oh, so you do spank the monkey now and then," he said, as he made a
jerking off gesture in his lap.
"Sorry, I am doing it again." He got serious. "I just finished working on
a field study program. I was pretty much living on my own for 6 months,
and got kinda out of practice of being around people."
"Field study?" I asked, trying to steer the conversation someplace
else. "What kind of field study?"
"It was up in the mountains. I was studying the effects of global warming
on the forest and animals in the zone between 5,000 and 7,000 feet. Mostly
I spent my days walking around the forest taking measurements and writing
up the findings. I know it sounds as boring as hell, but I did enjoy all
the time out in the wilds. But I didn't see many people; just the
occasional hiker, or fisherman; or when I went to town to buy supplies."
Wow, a real tree hugger here, I thought. I also assumed that's where he
managed to get his all-over tan. "So what are you doing now?" I asked, as
I took in his nipples. My dick jumped in my shorts.
"I am writing up the paper, so I basically work from home. I go up to the
university once in awhile to do some research in the library; but mostly I
am consolidating the data and drawing the conclusions. I should have it
finished up in about six months, and then I have to defend it for my PhD."
Wow, I thought; this was one smart dude! He absently scratched his crotch,
and I realized I was looking there again. I closed my eyes, scratched my
neck, and raised my head, all in one motion, to make it seem like I had
just been working my neck, and not staring.
He didn't seem to notice. "So, I didn't mean to put you on the spot, but
if you could help out with getting everything hooked up to the internet and
connecting it to my laptop, I would really appreciate it." His beautiful
smile was back. Damn! He was one hunky dude.
"Sure, sure," I said, trying to keep focused on the conversation. "Do you
need it done tonight?" I asked, hoping I could spend some more time with
him.
"No, I have this call, and I am pretty bushed." He stretched his arms up
over his head, and it made his shoulders go all broad, and his armpits open
to inspection. "Tomorrow is Saturday; if you don't have anything planned,
we could do it in the morning, and then grab some breakfast or something."
He made it almost sound like a date. "Sure, tomorrow morning I am free.
That will be fine."
He laughed. "Well, I am glad I don't have to pay for it," and let the
double entendre ride.
I blushed again. "I wasn't going to charge you, I mean ..."
He laughed. "There goes my unfiltered mind again. I am sorry. I didn't
mean to imply anything. I would appreciate your assistance, and if you
want to grab something to eat afterwards, it would be my treat, as a thank
you for your help."
"Sure. What time?" I asked.
"Earlier the better for me. I am up early, so you name the time."
"Okay, how about eight then?" I said, my mind running over the thoughts of
working so close with him.
"Sure! Sounds great!" He stood. "I have to get back for that phone call."
I stood, and nearly bumped into him. I hadn't expected him to move towards
me. He gripped my shoulders and steadied me. The strength in his arms
made my cock jump again. I swayed a bit, and he brushed against me.
I got a whiff of him, and closed my eyes. What a heady smell! Fuck!
Bottle it and sell it for millions, I thought. Then he moved and, in the
process, brushed his thigh against my horny dick.
"Sorry, Paul. Are you okay? The beer hit you that fast?" He held me, and
looked into my eyes. His smile was back, but there was a look of concern.
Standing so close to Jeff left me breathless. He smiled so wonderfully,
and his touch was amazing! And had his thigh actually brushed my dick? Oh
Fuck!
"No, it's okay - just a bit light-headed. Sorry," I mumbled, trying not to
humiliate myself.
He released my arms, and patted me on the shoulders. "Okay, if you are
sure you are okay. Can't have anything happening to my computer guru!"
He turned and walked towards the front door. Were his shorts lower? I
could see the top of his crack now, and it looked amazing! I didn't
realize he had stopped, and I walked into his back, poking him with my
dick.
"Oh, hey, there, Paul." He turned and, as he did, his hand brushed across
the front of my shorts and hard on. He laughed. "Remind me not to drop the
soap in the shower, when you are around."
I went red to the tips of my ears, and probably had my face flashing like
the lights on a police cruiser. "Oh, shit! There goes the unfiltered
crap." He looked me in the face with all sincerity. "I am so dumb. I
don't really mean to keep saying stupid things. They just kind of float
around in my mind and pop out from time to time."
He smiled again and said, "I hope you won't hold it against me." Again, it
sounded like he was going for the double meaning.
He stepped back from me, and I was still reeling from the headiness of his
scent. He took hold of my arms again and said, "I am so sorry. I hope you
will accept my apologies for my behavior today. I do have to get back my
social practices. I can be so bad sometimes."
He kind of gave me a squeeze and a shake, and I mumbled, "No, it's
okay. Not a problem. I understand," or something like that. I was being
electrified by his touch.
I was transfixed, as he walked to the front door, opened it, walked out,
and closed it with a, "See you in the morning."
I shook my head. That was the closest I had been to a nearly naked man
since my last gym class in high school. I was wired! I pulled off the
sweatshirt, dropped my shorts, and gripped my dick. I started fisting,
hard and fast. I was so close to cumming, without touching myself, that I
knew it was only going to be seconds. I shut my eyes and saw, with my
minds eye, his wonderful body, his dick, his hands, his eyes, his balls,
his hair, his ass, and, oh, fuck, that smell!
I was blasting all over the kitchen floor, when the doorbell rang again.
Fuck! Who was that!
I waddled to the front door with my shorts around my ankles and looked
through the peephole. It was Jeff again. Fuck! I pulled up my shorts and
said, "Just a moment!" I looked for the sweatshirt, grabbed it, and threw
it on, as I opened the door.
"Sorry," Jeff said, and looked me up and down in a quick glance, "I am such
a dense guy, or maybe the beer hit me as well. We did say eight, right?"
He had a quizzical look on his face.
My heart was still pounding from the orgasm, and seeing him on the tails of
that, kept it pumping. "Yeah," I said, trying to gather my breath and
thoughts.
"Okay, good. Then I am not loosing it," he said, with that amazing smile.
"See you then, Paul."
"Sure," I managed, as I closed the door and slumped against it. That's
when I saw the cum on my leg, and noticed that my sweatshirt was on
backwards! Oh Fuck! Did he see that, or figure that out? Was that what
the once-over was for?
I got to my feet, turned around the t-shirt, and then headed into the
kitchen. I grabbed an apple, some water, and a muffin. I stood there,
leaning over the sink, scarfing them down, as I replayed Jeff in my mind.
His smell, his looks, the heat and strength of his hands, his cock and
balls on display up his shorts, the sparkle of sweat in his arm pit hairs
. . . all of it was swirling in my mind. I was hard again in moments, as I
washed down the last of the muffin with the last of the water.
I put the beer cans in the recycle bag, and rinsed the glass. As I walked
back to the front hall and turned to head down it, I saw my work clothes
strewn all along the floor. Had he seen that?
I went back along the trail and picked them all up. Then I saw the ones I
had taken off the night before. All the shirts and slacks would need to go
to the cleaners to be laundered and pressed. I put them in the dry
cleaning bag.
I spotted the towel then, dropping the bag, and grabbed it up. I pulled it
to my face and inhaled. It was his smell! It was still a bit damp from
his sweat.
I held it up, and looked at every square inch carefully, from both sides.
I found one area that was kind of crusty, and wondered if that was where he
had wiped up his cum. It was to my nose, and then to my mouth, almost
simultaneously. I wanted to believe that I was tasting his cum, and
smelling it at the same time.
I pushed down my shorts and gripped my dick again. Finally, I came out of
my daze and realized it was nearly dark.
I hurried back to my computer room, and saw that Jeff was, once again,
naked in his living room. I licked my lips at the image, and squeezed my
cock.
I stripped down and, once more, set about watching this `god' go about his
normal routine, while I watched, and slowly stroked my cock. I followed him
when he went to his bathroom to pee, and then back to his living room. He
followed the same routine as last night, in that he found some soft porn
and began stroking.
Tonight, he played with his balls more; and was he reaching further in and
playing with his hole? He had his eyes closed, as he worked over his body,
and pumped his dick in the same manner as he had last night.
I immediately followed the same rhythm and method on my own dick. Mine was
a couple of inches shorter than his, but, nonetheless, I was enjoying mine.
I thought of my hand wrapped around his dick, and lost it right then. I
shot all over my chest, as I watched him ratchet up his speed.
Soon, he was shooting his own volley of cum. This time, it looked like he
grabbed the gym shorts he had worn over, to wipe up the cum.
Soon after, he retired to his bedroom and, again, the routine repeated
itself from the night before. I brought in my computer chair this time,
and put my feet up on the other chair, as I watched him read and fondle his
cock and balls.
Again, I watched him by moonlight settle into his sleep. Then I fell
asleep, with my hard dick in my hand.
*****
Comments and Suggestions are always welcome (harryrod@yahoo.com). You can
find all of my stories if you go to the Author's page from the Nifty home
page, and then select Prolific Authors. Look for Harry Rod and there are
all my stories.
Have fun
harry